Leg pendant that regenerates scumbag

As the sky gradually dawned, Jiankang City reappeared in front of everyone after the bloodbath.At the gate of the palace, there were bones lying all the way, and among the bones, Huan Lin was wearing armor and covered in blood, but he still stood there upright.He has blazed a trail.His knife rested on the head of a traitor leader, and his face was so vicious that his legs went limp. He only said one sentence: "I want to see Song Yan."

Huan Lin was sitting on the Tai Chi Hall waiting for Song Yan's arrival.

The Tai Chi Hall experienced a fire, and it was completely changed. There were broken walls everywhere, and the ashes had not been cleaned. Apart from the ashes, there were bloodstains, and there seemed to be a bloody smell in the air.Song Yan is a smart person, and whatever he wants to do, he must do it without leakage, so Song Yan set fire to the Tai Chi Hall and started his rebellion.

Huan Lin sat in the ashes, after a night of killing, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in an evil spirit, which could not dissipate for a long time.Song Yan was still dressed in white, with an elegant demeanor. Just looking at his appearance, it was completely impossible to tell that he was the traitor who put all the people in the fire and water and caused this killing.

In the past, the monarchs and ministers looked at each other from a distance of more than ten feet.

Huan Lin's eyes were cold and stern, and Song Yan's eyes were flat, stuck in the air, forming a fight.Huan Lin has never seen through Song Yan, he seems to have nothing to ask for, like a scholar without fame and wealth, but such a person has more blood on his hands than anyone else.And just when he thought he didn't care about anything, he suddenly made such a move.

The throne?Or something else?Is there anything else he cares about?

Huan Lin looked into Song Yan's eyes, trying to see something from them.His mind was clearer than ever before, and only by seeing Song Yan's weakness would he not be in a passive position.

Huan Lin walked down from his seat, walked up to Song Yan, and asked coldly, "Song Yan, what exactly do you want?"

"Thank you." Song Yan said with a smile.

Huan Lin clenched his hands hidden behind him into fists, and smiled: "What do you think?"

"So, I want to know, which one do you want to choose, the throne or Xie Zhan?" Song Yan was very interesting.

Is this what Song Yan intended?While rebelling, he surrounded Qixia Temple and asked him to choose between the throne and Azhan?Rather than saying that Song Yan really wanted something, it would be better to say that he was just bored, so he made a difficult choice for Huan Rin?

Huan Lin stared straight at Song Yan's face, and then suddenly landed on the sword in his hand, a flash of light flashed in his heart, but his face remained calm: "You will know my choice soon."

When Song Yan left, Huan Rin's aura disappeared, and a trace of fatigue appeared on his face.His choice, in fact, has already been chosen.From the sword on Song Yan's waist, he already knew Song Yan's real purpose.The sword was given to him by Huan Rin, but he kept it with him all the time, and the hilt was very bright. He could imagine how much Song Yan really loved this sword, and how long he rubbed it in his hand every day, thinking about it Master of the sword.Song Yan is not without weaknesses, his weakness is He Qinglan.He Qinglan had already died of illness, so after seeing Azhan resurrected, did Song Yan want to get something from Azhan to revive He Qinglan?

Song Yan is a crazy person, in order to achieve his goal, he can do anything.Azhan is dangerous.

The palace was besieged for a whole day, and the gentry in the court ignored them. They were busy gathering their forces, watching the snipe and the clam fight, and waiting to reap the benefits of the fisherman.Huan Lin stood on the high palace wall, looked at the deserted Jiankang City, and let out a long sigh.This capital, which has been in peace for more than a hundred years, has long lost its original momentum. Even if the dynasty changes, it will not change the peaceful mentality of the gentry.

Huan Lin stood up, walked down the palace wall, and walked a long way without looking back, unexpectedly, he had no half yearning for the throne he had worked so hard to get.At the beginning, he didn't have this ambition. If it wasn't for gaining breath, if it wasn't for making Azhan repent, he wouldn't be so ruthless, stepping on the bones of countless people to ascend to the throne.And when the truth emerges, it all means nothing.So what if you own the world?There was always something missing from his side.

Huan Lin quietly withdrew from the palace with his personal guards.He withdrew quickly, and Song Yan did not expect Huan Rin's decision to be so decisive.So when the imperial palace had already turned into an empty city, the rebels guarding outside the city hadn't reacted yet.

Both Xie Zhan and Wu Chen stayed up all night, they both sat in the meditation room until dawn.Xie Zhan came down from the couch, took the clothes and put them on again for Wu Chen: "I want to go out and have a look."

Wuchen looked at him suddenly, his eyes were slightly red.

"I always feel that it's aimed at me." Xie Zhan said in a low voice.

Wuchen took his hand.A faint smile appeared on Xie Zhan's face, compared to Wuchen, he looked more like a person detached from the world.

As soon as he walked out, an old monk was already waiting there.That was Wu Chen's master, the respected old patriarch in Qixia Temple.He seemed to have made a special trip to wait for Xie Zhan.

"Benefactor, come with me."

Xie Zhan followed behind him, walked along the path for a long time, and came to another yard.That courtyard was much more remote than the one Wuchen lived in, it was close to the bamboo sea, the breeze was blowing, and it was shady and cool.They did not enter the meditation room, but sat down in the yard.The old patriarch was kind-hearted, with a scent of sandalwood on his body, and a peaceful temperament protruding from his body. Sitting beside him, Xie Zhan felt much calmer.

The eyes of the old patriarch swept over him quietly, and the wise eyes penetrated his eyes and reached the bottom of his heart.Xie Zhan did not escape, but looked at him lightly.

"I can't ask for it, I can't let it go, I can't escape it. This is the fate of the benefactor." The old patriarch said, "Just looking at the face of the benefactor, there is already a glimmer of life."

Xie Zhan smiled: "The master also told fortune?"

The old monk also smiled: "Buddhism and Taoism are two families, but I don't care so much."

"Song Yan said that if Qixia Temple handed you over, he would protect the monks in the entire temple from any worries." The old monk said.

Xie Zhan was not surprised by his words, and asked with a smile: "Then what does the master think?"

"The Buddha is merciful and merciful to all living beings. The donor and the monks in the temple are all sentient beings. Naturally, they cannot be biased. So the old monk just told the donor that Qixia Temple will protect the donor for a day when the donor is in the temple." The old monk said.

"Master asked me to choose between hundreds of lives and my life. My life was picked up. Isn't the answer obvious? Master, I am willing to go with Song Yan, and all he wants is my life." Fate." Xie Zhan said without any hesitation, "Besides, if I don't take the initiative to go out, I won't be able to escape."

Song Yan is such a person, he will not let go of what he wants.No matter what the reason is, Xie Zhan is already the turtle in Song Yan's urn.

There was a trace of pity in the old monk's calm eyes, but he didn't say anything more.

Xie Zhan left the old patriarch's meditation room and returned to the dust-free yard, his own room.

Shuo Feng was bored and was packing up again, making the two of them's burdens bigger and bigger.

"Young Master, I asked Master Wuyong to give me these flower seeds. I saw that the flowers at the entrance of his meditation room are very beautiful. When we settle down, we will plant these flowers." Shuo Feng said excitedly.

So many years have passed, so many things have happened, when he was with him, Shuo Feng was still a child at heart.

Thinking of his choice, Xie Zhan couldn't bear it, this time, he was going to disappoint him again.

"My lord, do you like peonies or chrysanthemums?" Shuo Feng asked, but without getting a reply from Xie Zhan, he said to himself, "Why don't we plant all the peonies in spring and chrysanthemums in autumn."

"Shuo Feng, take a set of my clothes from the bag." Xie Zhan said.

Although Shuofeng was a little strange, he still took a white shirt.Xie Zhan took off his monk robe and put on a white shirt. When he turned around, he saw Shuo Feng staring at him with wide-open eyes.

"Son, what are you going to do?"

"Shuo Feng, we are not leaving, you can stay in this temple." Xie Zhan said.

Shuo Feng's expression was stunned: "Young Master, what does this mean?"

Shuofeng was a little happy when he knew he was going to leave.The young master is finally going to get rid of these messy things and start his life again.This is also a new life for Shuo Feng.However, fate never seemed to favor his son.

Xie Zhan didn't say anything else, but gently touched his head, turned around, opened the door and walked out.There were also many people sitting in the yard, and as soon as Xie Zhan came out, several pairs of eyes looked at him.

There was worry in Wang's eyes.Xie Zhan's attire at this time, combined with the rumors in the temple, she instantly knew Xie Zhan's decision.

"Azhan, don't go, just wait until your second brother comes." Wang said, with a pleading voice.

Xie Jiaerlang was in Jingzhou, he had a [-] army under him, so he must be rushing to Jiankang City at this time.

"I can't wait any longer." Xie Zhan said.

His mind is made up.Wang's face turned pale. This is the son she found with great difficulty... She reflected for a long time before finally accepting the fact that he was leaving.Leaving Jiankang City, at least he lived a comfortable life, but in Song Yan's hands, who knows what will happen?

Wuchen also stared at him closely, his lips trembled, but he didn't speak.His complexion was not pretty, and it was obvious that he hadn't had a good time in the past few days.

Xie Zhan took a deep look at the two of them, and then walked out.

Wang sat on the stone bench in despair: "I heard that Song Yan wanted to arrest Azhan because of Azhan's death and resurrection. Song Yan wanted to resurrect his dead wife. If his wife lived, then Azhan Woolen cloth?"

Wu Chen's face turned even paler when he heard Wang's words.He seemed to have lost his soul, his expression was in a trance, and he touched the scar on his face in a daze.He wanted to go out, he wanted to hold Xie Zhan, but in the end, he didn't do anything.

He is actually a coward, or has no courage, to meet that man.